Teacher's Pet

Chapter Thirteen:

ALEC WOLFE:

I followed quickly after her, when she ran out of the diner, needing to know what made her get up and leave, like that. But when I got outside, I saw her leaning against the brick wall of the diner. Her arms were on the wall, above her head, and her head was leaning on her chest, that was rapidly rising and falling as she struggled to breathe.

Seeing her so upset, so distraught, like that, almost broke me. I felt like someone had crumpled up my very soul and drowned it in a bucket of her tears, feeling years of her built up pain, all at once. I didn't need to mark her to feel her pain – looking at her, all broken up like that, was enough for me to feel it. And even then, without my mark on her or the mate bond, I was probably only feeling half the pain she was currently being internally drowned by.

She hadn't noticed me follow her and I didn't want to startle her, but I had to help her. I didn't know how I was going to do that, exactly, but I had to start somewhere. Walking slowly over to her, I gently placed my hand on her shoulder, the action causing her to turn and look in my direction.

Standing up straight, she looked into my eyes, the pain and suffering, in them, so visible it broke my heart. I knew I must've had a very clear, angry expression, at that moment, seeing her red, tear-stained face looking so distressed. I didn't want her to think I was freaked out or angry at her, for crying, because I wasn't. But seeing her so broken, all I could think about was how angry, at her father, I was. How dare he touch my mate in that way! How dare he hurt her in any way – physically, emotionally or mentally!

But when I looked back at her, the tears dripping off her face, her chest rapidly rising and falling as she hyperventilated, all I could think about was how I had to show her I cared. I didn't know what I could say to make her feel better, but Axl was yelling at me to do something, so I just went with the only thing I could think of.

Taking a step closer to her, I put my hand on her face, slowly stroking away her tears, with my thumb. Our eye contact had been constant, in this action, and through this, I could tell that she was okay with my touch.

The overpowering feeling to protect her or make her feel better, as she continued to hyperventilate and the tears continued to fall, consumed me. In one swift movement, I embraced her, in a hug, my arms across the middle of her back.

Slowly, her body began to relax and she leant her head against my chest, her body fully against mine, my chin resting on her head. I could feel her heart beating, rapidly, our combined warmths calming down my anger towards her father.

She took a small step back. Cold, from the chilly breeze, replacing the heat where her warm breaths had been hitting, on my chest. Her eyes met mine, glistening with residue tears, somehow making her look even more beautiful.

But, thinking about her body against mine, Axl growled, lustily. I took notice of her soft, plump, rosy lips, a mere few inches away, looking so inviting. Our eye contact never breaking, her breathing became heavy again, but in a totally different way, her eyes dilating with desire.

I couldn't hold back, any longer, the need to feel those soft lips against my own. The desire overtook, forcing my body to take a step closer, so that were less than three inches apart.

 "What are you doing?" She spoke, her voice raspy and barely above a whisper. She asked a question but I could tell she already knew the answer, the way her eyes fell to my lips.

"Something I should've done a long time ago," I said, taking her face in my hands, closing the gap and smashing my lips on hers. Her lips felt as good as I always knew they would, from the first day I met her – No. Better, even.

Her response was automatic, her arms wrapping around my neck, her hands tugging on my hair, as she deepened the kiss. Her lips tasted sweet, teasing at the possibility of the inside of her mouth being even sweeter. My desire was getting the better of me.

Pulling her closer, her body flush against mine, she placed her small, soft hands against my stomach. My abdominal muscles tensed and twitched, with every touch, like sparks of electricity were hitting them. Her grip on my t-shirt tightened, her nails grazing my skin, her every touch feeling like fire.

I licked her bottom lip, asking for entrance, but she refused, teasing me. Nibbling on her bottom lip, she gasped, and I took the opportunity to flick my tongue expertly into her mouth. Caressing her tongue in small strokes, with mine, softly rubbing it, a small moan escaped the back of her throat, causing my breathing to hitch.

The desire within me turning to hot coals, my wolf threatened to mark her, right there. I wanted, so badly, to continue kissing her, but for fear of going too far, I slowed down the kisses. Slowly pulling away, I looked into her eyes to see both shock and desire, her lips swollen, her breathing heavy.